There was a reason.
There was a reason for a lot of things, but this one was unclear. This one was dark and didn't want to be known. It crawled around in his mind, hiding in the day, waiting for the darkness that it was made of.
There was a name.
There was a name that was hidden like his own. But instead of being hidden in the stars, it was hidden in the darkness. The cruel, suffocating darkness where anything could happen. Anything.
It slithered around in his head; he could feel it, grasping at his thoughts and keeping them. It knew every part of his mind, and it knew what to do. Every time he thought of what it was, it would take the name away from him, making him scrabble in his mind, trying to find the name.
It was dark and cold. So cold that it burned. It was a cold that seeped into your bones and never left. It made a home in your secrets, and you would never know when it would strike. It was lethal and deadly in its accuracy. It had no mercy, not for anything, not for anyone.
It was so dark that you couldn't see it, and you probably didn't want to. But it was still there, and there still that felling to know what it is, no matter how much it frightened you. He was almost positive that he had seen this before, but where?
It was funny, he thought, as he floated in nothingness. It was familiar, but not familiar at the same time. It was Déjà vu and not Déjà vu at the same time. It was welcomed and not welcomed at the same time.
It was still dark and cold though. He thought he could feel some warmth, but he didn't know where. He thought he saw some light, but it was too far away. The darkness and the coldness were consuming, never ending until there was nothing left.
He supposed that would take a while. He wasn't sure how long exactly, but it would take a while. There were so many things to see in his mind, right? He wasn't really sure, the nothingness was getting to him.
But it was coming back. The cold ran through his veins, making him cringe and shudder. Was he really doing that? It felt like he was, but he couldn't be sure. His mind was burning as it ran around, chasing after his nightmares and making him see them, relive them. The pain, the never ending pain that was harder to deal with at night.
Night.
Night was dark and cold, but it wasn't. It was dim and cool, a soft glowing light that made him feel safe. There was a humming that lulled him to sleep. There was cool air that relaxed his mind, that made the tension of the day go away.
This was something else. This was something that made false statements of the Night. Right? It didn't feel like it. The Night felt like a dream where everything was fine. He was fine, she was fine, and they were fine. The only problem was that he didn't know who she or they were.
Is that a problem? He wasn't sure. If she and they were bad people, then she and they should stay away from his Night. Except, she and they felt like good people, people he could trust. That meant they were welcome in his Night, and she and they should be fine, just like he was fine.
He would keep she and they safe, and she and they would keep him safe. He would hum she and they to sleep, and she and they would hum him to sleep. He would keep them cool after a long day, and she and they would keep him cool after a long day.
He smiled at the thought of she and they. He and she and they could do anything together. But they couldn't. It was still there, it never liked to be forgotten, especially by him.
The darkness was suffocating him again, making him cling to something, but there was nothing. The darkness was cruel and unforgiving. It was lethal and deadly in its accuracy. It had no mercy, not for anything, not for anyone.
How did he know this? He didn't. All he knew was that it was present, and it wouldn't leave. He knew that no one else could know. He knew that this was his burden. He knew that it was him made from the darkness.